Grace

Grace

Too many times I've fell
And still you stay
Before I wanted you
Here anyway

Your love is impossible
To comprehend
We weren't deserving
But Your Son you sent

Mercy is raining down
Puddles of joy
Fill the street
In my Lord's employ

Too many times I've asked
And recieved
What I don't deserve
Now cleaned

Your love is impossible
To comprehend
We weren't deserving
But Your Son you sent

Mercy is raining down
Puddles of joy
Fill the street
In my Lord's employ

We received all and you gave more
We fell and you opened your door
For us who always fall
You gave us more than all

We received all and you gave more
We fell and you opened your door
For us who always fall
You gave us more than all

Mercy is raining down
Puddles of joy
Fill the street
In my Lord's employ